Well hell....the amount of time that has been lagging between my posts is just depressing, isn't it?
Pull together a little family drama, a brand spanking new job (THANK YOU, SWEET JESUS), and a whole bunch of other bullshit...you get the idea - less time, more action.
Anyway, it's almost that time of year again, the day that my liver cringes with agony at all of that overtime its having to put in...St. Patrick's Day.
I've always been told when growing up that one side of my family is German, and the other side is Irish. But am I really sure of that?
If you take a few Irish cliches and throw them at me, there are definitely some matches:
1.) Drinker (works for the German side too!)
2.) Pale and freckled
3.) Naturally curly reddish hair
4.) Spitfire/hot temper
(To name a few.)
But that, coupled with a few episodes of "Who Do You Think You Are?" has got me super curious as to where my family really originated.
I foresee a genealogy project in my future. Time to hit up some ancestry.com action! I will be sure to keep you all posted on what I find.
Song of the day: "Charlie Brown" Coldplay
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
One of my golden rules
Oh, the neverending drama.
I could tell a very thinly-veiled story about someone whom I at one time considered my friend and *cough sister-in-law cough,* but I will refuse to spend any more time on that woman, cause it's a waste of time, breath, typing, and thinking.
Instead I will direct this post toward a golden rule of mine (and pardon my French, but....):
You fuck with my family....you fuck with me.
Blood is definitely thicker than water. Friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, fiancees, husbands, wives....they all come and go. But family is sacred, at least in my opinion.
No one is perfect. I know I'm not. I've made my share of mistakes, dug myself some pretty deep holes in the past, and while I have been judged by some of my family members, I've never been left behind, never been disowned. It's an unconditional love, when it comes to family, and they have never been anything but supportive. I've been blessed with amazing parents, who certainly put my needs and my siblings' needs before their own. And while my brother, sister, and I haven't always agreed on everything, that has never been any doubt to me whose side they would be on if I ever needed them to be.
And I will continue to do the same for them.
Here's to family (and a drama-free weekend)!
Song of the day: "Hell on Heels" Pistol Annies
I could tell a very thinly-veiled story about someone whom I at one time considered my friend and *cough sister-in-law cough,* but I will refuse to spend any more time on that woman, cause it's a waste of time, breath, typing, and thinking.
Instead I will direct this post toward a golden rule of mine (and pardon my French, but....):
You fuck with my family....you fuck with me.
Blood is definitely thicker than water. Friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, fiancees, husbands, wives....they all come and go. But family is sacred, at least in my opinion.
No one is perfect. I know I'm not. I've made my share of mistakes, dug myself some pretty deep holes in the past, and while I have been judged by some of my family members, I've never been left behind, never been disowned. It's an unconditional love, when it comes to family, and they have never been anything but supportive. I've been blessed with amazing parents, who certainly put my needs and my siblings' needs before their own. And while my brother, sister, and I haven't always agreed on everything, that has never been any doubt to me whose side they would be on if I ever needed them to be.
And I will continue to do the same for them.
Here's to family (and a drama-free weekend)!
Song of the day: "Hell on Heels" Pistol Annies
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Evolution
Ah, the cycle of things.
Did the chicken come before the egg? Or the egg before the chicken?
Did God really create man first, and woman out of the man's rib (and what the fuck does that mean anyway, aside from the fact that it does kind of explain the overblown male ego, I suppose)?
Sometimes I wonder if men and women shouldn't be considered separate species altogether. I mean, if we are all evolving, shouldn't it somehow become easier for us to solve the same damn problems that have always been there?
Real life example:
A guy says he is going to call. He doesn't call. It's not necessarily that the guy doesn't want to talk to the girl, it just doesn't happen for whatever reason. The girl gets disappointed, upset, or otherwise feels insecure.
This same example has repeated itself for decades among men and women. Of course there are a myriad of variables and circumstances around these types of situations, but if we were really evolving and adapting, wouldn't one of these two things come to pass:
a.) A guy says he is going to call....and HE CALLS.
b.) A girl never expects the guy to call or doesn't get her hopes up, ergo no disappointment.
There are those outliers of course, but that is exactly what they are. Exceptions....not the rule.
Ey, ey, ey. When will we ever learn? Or perhaps evolve into not giving a damn.
Song of the day: "How Can You Swallow So Much Sleep" Bombay Bicycle Club
Did the chicken come before the egg? Or the egg before the chicken?
Did God really create man first, and woman out of the man's rib (and what the fuck does that mean anyway, aside from the fact that it does kind of explain the overblown male ego, I suppose)?
Sometimes I wonder if men and women shouldn't be considered separate species altogether. I mean, if we are all evolving, shouldn't it somehow become easier for us to solve the same damn problems that have always been there?
Real life example:
A guy says he is going to call. He doesn't call. It's not necessarily that the guy doesn't want to talk to the girl, it just doesn't happen for whatever reason. The girl gets disappointed, upset, or otherwise feels insecure.
This same example has repeated itself for decades among men and women. Of course there are a myriad of variables and circumstances around these types of situations, but if we were really evolving and adapting, wouldn't one of these two things come to pass:
a.) A guy says he is going to call....and HE CALLS.
b.) A girl never expects the guy to call or doesn't get her hopes up, ergo no disappointment.
There are those outliers of course, but that is exactly what they are. Exceptions....not the rule.
Ey, ey, ey. When will we ever learn? Or perhaps evolve into not giving a damn.
Song of the day: "How Can You Swallow So Much Sleep" Bombay Bicycle Club
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
You thought you lost me?
WRONG.
To put it mildly, there has just been some shit going DOWN in my life during the past couple of months. I could have written all about it on here, but for once I am going to say that wouldn't be appropriate, no matter how much I would love to vent.
On another note....it's 2012. When the fuck did that happen? Seriously. I was looking at old photos on Facebook earlier today, and I noticed that I started my Facebook account when I was a SOPHOMORE in college. That was like 8 million years ago! (Okay, I'm exaggerating. Take about a million off and you're close to right.)
Even crazier: I TURN 30 IN LESS THAN 6 MONTHS.
Mother. Of. God.
But, the way that I look at it I've not even hit my prime yet. So, I am going to be ringing in my 30's in GRAND fashion. (DUH.) Two celebrations people. I guess you could say one for each full decade I've been alive, perhaps.
The first and funniest is for all of my local peeps here in Seattle. I've been plotting this for years, and it is finally going to happen. That's right: GOLDEN GIRLS THEMED PUB CRAWL. Get those saggy tits, muu muus, and grey wigs out! I'm gonna get all Sophia on you!
Secondly, on my actual birthday I will be with two of my bestest buddies in New Orleans. AKA, the city I might move to next (we shall see!).
So, enough of my "I'm getting so old" speech. I just wanted to pop in and let everyone know that I am planning on getting the writing groove back on. Be prepared. I have some smartass shit stowed away from the time I've had off!
Song of the day: "Stay Away" Charli XCX
Charli XCX - Stay Away
To put it mildly, there has just been some shit going DOWN in my life during the past couple of months. I could have written all about it on here, but for once I am going to say that wouldn't be appropriate, no matter how much I would love to vent.
On another note....it's 2012. When the fuck did that happen? Seriously. I was looking at old photos on Facebook earlier today, and I noticed that I started my Facebook account when I was a SOPHOMORE in college. That was like 8 million years ago! (Okay, I'm exaggerating. Take about a million off and you're close to right.)
Even crazier: I TURN 30 IN LESS THAN 6 MONTHS.
Mother. Of. God.
But, the way that I look at it I've not even hit my prime yet. So, I am going to be ringing in my 30's in GRAND fashion. (DUH.) Two celebrations people. I guess you could say one for each full decade I've been alive, perhaps.
The first and funniest is for all of my local peeps here in Seattle. I've been plotting this for years, and it is finally going to happen. That's right: GOLDEN GIRLS THEMED PUB CRAWL. Get those saggy tits, muu muus, and grey wigs out! I'm gonna get all Sophia on you!
Secondly, on my actual birthday I will be with two of my bestest buddies in New Orleans. AKA, the city I might move to next (we shall see!).
So, enough of my "I'm getting so old" speech. I just wanted to pop in and let everyone know that I am planning on getting the writing groove back on. Be prepared. I have some smartass shit stowed away from the time I've had off!
Song of the day: "Stay Away" Charli XCX
Charli XCX - Stay Away
Friday, December 30, 2011
The hardest post to write
To say it's been awhile is an understatement, but I've been through the wringer this month, to say the least.
Those close to me already know why this post will be the hardest thing that I've ever written....on December 11, 2011, my best friend in the whole wide world had to be humanely euthanized.
To know me is to have known my horse, so for the past few weeks I've felt rather lost. There have been good days and bad, great notes of sympathy and questions galore, so I figured I might as well set the record straight on what exactly happened, if for nothing else of not having to relive the story over and over again.
It was a typical Sunday afternoon out at the barn. I came out a little later than normal, so Shy Guy, Turner, and I could all three have a good time in the indoor arena without disturbing anyone else. My horse and my dog get along great...Turner is my little blue heeler trail dog...he loves running along behind Shy when I'm riding.
My horse had been saddled and we headed into the arena for a little bit of lunging. For those of you that don't know what that is, basically it is when we hook a long rope onto our horses halter so they can run around us in large circles, namely to stretch out their muscles before working, and also to relieve some of their excess energy. Shy could go either way when lunging - lazy as hell, or running around like a two-year-old. Since it was a crisp day, and he hadn't been exercised the day before, he was more of the latter. After going around just fine for awhile, he dug in his hind heels to run hard a little bit and kick up....and when he did, there was this large snapping noise.
He almost fell as soon as it happened, but I got him to stop right away and he instantly pulled one of his hind legs up under his belly and held it there, unable to bear any weight on. It was at that very instant that I knew it was bad. VERY bad. Lucky enough for both of us, I had my cell phone in my pocket, called my trainer who was at the front of the property in her house. She booked it outside and called our veterinarian's office to get the on-call equine vet out to the property. Waiting for the vet to get there seemed like forever, but it only took about 45 minutes. In that time, I cried....alot. We removed his saddle and put a nice warm blanket on him during the wait, to try and keep him from getting too stressed out.
This is where things become harder for me to say. I could suffice it to say that there are certain visions when something traumatic like this happens that you will remember forever. One such moment for me was when I had my trainer hold on to his lead line while I went to get his blanket....when I came back toward him, he tried to walk away from her to me. It was at this period that I knew I couldn't think about myself at all in any of this. He was scared, and all I could do was whatever I could to keep him calm, let him know that I was there for him. After all of the times he's been there for me, I don't think I could ever repay him, but I could sure try.
The vet finally arrived, gave him some sedative and pain medication (we had already given him some anti-inflammatory medication prior to her arrival), and set up the portable x-ray machine. Right before this I had to get him to hobble a few feet closer to the entrance of the arena so we could be near the outlet for the x-rays. I know that had to be painful for him, but he trusted me, knowing I would do whatever was best for him despite it all.
After about the third image via x-ray, the vet informed me that she already found a break or two, and after carefully looking at all the images, there were at least three breaks to my horse's pastern.
Nothing prepares you for the drop in your stomach that accompanies that type of news. I knew exactly what it meant. Had it been a single break, he might have been a candidate for a surgical procedure where they inserted a plate to piece it back together and begin the healing process, but with at least three breaks, there isn't anything to plate together, and with my horse being older, the chance at any kind of decent lifestyle (free of pain) became obsolete. He had almost the exact same injury as the famous racehorse, Barbaro, who had to be put down due to painful laminitis.
My trainer knew as well, and told me to take a walk and make any necessary calls. I called my parents and talked to my mother, who said very little to me, but told me, "You know what you have to do." And I did know.
I walked back inside to my trainer and the vet and just shook my head...I couldn't say the words. My trainer started crying as well, and reassured me that I was making the right decision...I couldn't let him be in pain.
From that point on, I stayed right by Shy's side. He knew he was hurt bad, but despite it all he just let me stand there and pet him, talk to him, give him little nose kisses. You've heard people say that they've "seen their life flash before them." Well, even though I wasn't in any danger, this is exactly what happened to me during the time that I had left with him. It all raced through my head...14 years of ups and downs, stories, memories, places...and he got to be a part of that with me. We grew up together, and he helped me become the person I am today.
When an animal is in pain like that, the sooner they are out of it, the better, so I prepared myself. My trainer asked me if I needed anything, and I asked her if she could find some carrots or other treats. Normally you can't give horses treats in excess for dietary reasons, but since that was not going to be a factor, I was going to let him have as many as he wanted. If for nothing else, I wanted him to know that none of this was his fault, and that he always did everything I ever asked him to do.
The vet made the preparations, more sedatives and more painkillers. An IV had to be inserted, and we were going to have to partake in the task of getting him to hobble outside. This was by far the hardest thing I have had to do. We cushioned and wrapped up his leg as much as possible - I led him and my trainer and the vet followed behind to help support him on the walk outside. That vision will be the hardest for me to deal with for a long time. Even though he was in pain, and his body was coursing with drugs, he trusted me. He never once planted his feet or gave up trying for me.
Once outside, I gave him to my trainer. Told him I loved him, that he was the best horse in the world. I walked away and never looked back. That's how I needed to remember him.
My trainer explained that when he was injected he went down easy, and her and the vet braided part of his tail, cut it off, and gave it to me, so I would always have a piece of him. Needless to say, I cried myself to sleep that night.
Reality doesn't hit until afterward, how much your life changes when something traumatic happens. I won't get into the details of how much anxiety I experienced during the first week, but we will just suffice it to say that it was bad. It's been an adjustment ever since, and I won't be purchasing another horse of my own for quite some time, but I am getting back in the saddle next week. He would want that for me. We didn't share all of those years and lessons and rides so that I could put those skills to waste.
I'm thankful for those around me that have been empathetic and sympathetic. The veterinarian, my trainer, and all of my friends (horsey and non-horsey)....I don't know what I would have done without everyone's support.
It's been a whirlwind in 2011, so here's to hoping for a fresh start in 2012.
My best friend, Shy Guy: gone, but far from forgotten
Song of the day: "Coming Home" Gwyneth Paltrow (Shy was always "home" for me)
Those close to me already know why this post will be the hardest thing that I've ever written....on December 11, 2011, my best friend in the whole wide world had to be humanely euthanized.
To know me is to have known my horse, so for the past few weeks I've felt rather lost. There have been good days and bad, great notes of sympathy and questions galore, so I figured I might as well set the record straight on what exactly happened, if for nothing else of not having to relive the story over and over again.
It was a typical Sunday afternoon out at the barn. I came out a little later than normal, so Shy Guy, Turner, and I could all three have a good time in the indoor arena without disturbing anyone else. My horse and my dog get along great...Turner is my little blue heeler trail dog...he loves running along behind Shy when I'm riding.
My horse had been saddled and we headed into the arena for a little bit of lunging. For those of you that don't know what that is, basically it is when we hook a long rope onto our horses halter so they can run around us in large circles, namely to stretch out their muscles before working, and also to relieve some of their excess energy. Shy could go either way when lunging - lazy as hell, or running around like a two-year-old. Since it was a crisp day, and he hadn't been exercised the day before, he was more of the latter. After going around just fine for awhile, he dug in his hind heels to run hard a little bit and kick up....and when he did, there was this large snapping noise.
He almost fell as soon as it happened, but I got him to stop right away and he instantly pulled one of his hind legs up under his belly and held it there, unable to bear any weight on. It was at that very instant that I knew it was bad. VERY bad. Lucky enough for both of us, I had my cell phone in my pocket, called my trainer who was at the front of the property in her house. She booked it outside and called our veterinarian's office to get the on-call equine vet out to the property. Waiting for the vet to get there seemed like forever, but it only took about 45 minutes. In that time, I cried....alot. We removed his saddle and put a nice warm blanket on him during the wait, to try and keep him from getting too stressed out.
This is where things become harder for me to say. I could suffice it to say that there are certain visions when something traumatic like this happens that you will remember forever. One such moment for me was when I had my trainer hold on to his lead line while I went to get his blanket....when I came back toward him, he tried to walk away from her to me. It was at this period that I knew I couldn't think about myself at all in any of this. He was scared, and all I could do was whatever I could to keep him calm, let him know that I was there for him. After all of the times he's been there for me, I don't think I could ever repay him, but I could sure try.
The vet finally arrived, gave him some sedative and pain medication (we had already given him some anti-inflammatory medication prior to her arrival), and set up the portable x-ray machine. Right before this I had to get him to hobble a few feet closer to the entrance of the arena so we could be near the outlet for the x-rays. I know that had to be painful for him, but he trusted me, knowing I would do whatever was best for him despite it all.
After about the third image via x-ray, the vet informed me that she already found a break or two, and after carefully looking at all the images, there were at least three breaks to my horse's pastern.
Nothing prepares you for the drop in your stomach that accompanies that type of news. I knew exactly what it meant. Had it been a single break, he might have been a candidate for a surgical procedure where they inserted a plate to piece it back together and begin the healing process, but with at least three breaks, there isn't anything to plate together, and with my horse being older, the chance at any kind of decent lifestyle (free of pain) became obsolete. He had almost the exact same injury as the famous racehorse, Barbaro, who had to be put down due to painful laminitis.
My trainer knew as well, and told me to take a walk and make any necessary calls. I called my parents and talked to my mother, who said very little to me, but told me, "You know what you have to do." And I did know.
I walked back inside to my trainer and the vet and just shook my head...I couldn't say the words. My trainer started crying as well, and reassured me that I was making the right decision...I couldn't let him be in pain.
From that point on, I stayed right by Shy's side. He knew he was hurt bad, but despite it all he just let me stand there and pet him, talk to him, give him little nose kisses. You've heard people say that they've "seen their life flash before them." Well, even though I wasn't in any danger, this is exactly what happened to me during the time that I had left with him. It all raced through my head...14 years of ups and downs, stories, memories, places...and he got to be a part of that with me. We grew up together, and he helped me become the person I am today.
When an animal is in pain like that, the sooner they are out of it, the better, so I prepared myself. My trainer asked me if I needed anything, and I asked her if she could find some carrots or other treats. Normally you can't give horses treats in excess for dietary reasons, but since that was not going to be a factor, I was going to let him have as many as he wanted. If for nothing else, I wanted him to know that none of this was his fault, and that he always did everything I ever asked him to do.
The vet made the preparations, more sedatives and more painkillers. An IV had to be inserted, and we were going to have to partake in the task of getting him to hobble outside. This was by far the hardest thing I have had to do. We cushioned and wrapped up his leg as much as possible - I led him and my trainer and the vet followed behind to help support him on the walk outside. That vision will be the hardest for me to deal with for a long time. Even though he was in pain, and his body was coursing with drugs, he trusted me. He never once planted his feet or gave up trying for me.
Once outside, I gave him to my trainer. Told him I loved him, that he was the best horse in the world. I walked away and never looked back. That's how I needed to remember him.
My trainer explained that when he was injected he went down easy, and her and the vet braided part of his tail, cut it off, and gave it to me, so I would always have a piece of him. Needless to say, I cried myself to sleep that night.
Reality doesn't hit until afterward, how much your life changes when something traumatic happens. I won't get into the details of how much anxiety I experienced during the first week, but we will just suffice it to say that it was bad. It's been an adjustment ever since, and I won't be purchasing another horse of my own for quite some time, but I am getting back in the saddle next week. He would want that for me. We didn't share all of those years and lessons and rides so that I could put those skills to waste.
I'm thankful for those around me that have been empathetic and sympathetic. The veterinarian, my trainer, and all of my friends (horsey and non-horsey)....I don't know what I would have done without everyone's support.
It's been a whirlwind in 2011, so here's to hoping for a fresh start in 2012.
My best friend, Shy Guy: gone, but far from forgotten
Song of the day: "Coming Home" Gwyneth Paltrow (Shy was always "home" for me)
Friday, December 2, 2011
Black Friday wha?
"Black Friday."
Who came up with this stupid term, and why do we use it?
Christmas is getting WAY too commercial up in here.
I'm still the person that refuses to put up any Christmas decorations until it's ACTUALLY December. There are limits, people.
I think we should turn Christmas into a thrifty holiday. Who's with me?!
Songs (PLURAL) of the day: "Obsession" Sky Ferreira and "Arizona" Kings of Leon
Who came up with this stupid term, and why do we use it?
Christmas is getting WAY too commercial up in here.
I'm still the person that refuses to put up any Christmas decorations until it's ACTUALLY December. There are limits, people.
I think we should turn Christmas into a thrifty holiday. Who's with me?!
Songs (PLURAL) of the day: "Obsession" Sky Ferreira and "Arizona" Kings of Leon
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Hands on fire
I had a pretty gnarly "blonde" moment the other night. (I know, I know....I haven't been blonde in years, and I was a bottle blonde at that, but that is pretty much the only relative term I can use for what occurred a couple of evenings ago.)
After work I was making it a point to cook some vegetarian chili so I would have something scrumptious to indulge in throughout the week. (Slightly off topic, but I have started participating in Meatless Monday, something you all should consider if you haven't already!)
Well, I did a number on this one...spicy New Orleans/Emeril style, which I found adapted and posted on this lovely blog: Ezra Pound Cake
Now, when I say spicy, I mean lots of dried spice (chili powder, cayenne pepper, cumin) and the spice of the vegetable variety, that requires CHOPPING (red bell pepper, serrano peppers). Well, I think from here on out I am going to do more of the pepper chopping in a food processor, or I will be wearing some rubber gloves, because what happened later that evening was definitely enough to teach me a lesson. (Not to mention that I don't have the best of luck when it comes to sharp objects.)
What did I do later that evening, you might ask. KICKBOXING.
For those of you that might not have pieced this together already, kickboxing requires boxing GLOVES. Well, about halfway through the session, I bet you can figure out how my hands were feeling. If you can't....well, let me just fill you in:
LIKE THEY HAD BEEN STUCK IN A VAT OF DEEP-FRIED ICY HOT.
Not. a. good. feeling.
I haven't touched my gloves since, and I'm kind of afraid to. Good thing I don't have class again until next week....maybe I will have completely forgot about it by then. Dear sweet Jesus, I hope wiping them out solves the problem.
Song of the day: "Tattoos On This Town" Jason Aldean
After work I was making it a point to cook some vegetarian chili so I would have something scrumptious to indulge in throughout the week. (Slightly off topic, but I have started participating in Meatless Monday, something you all should consider if you haven't already!)
Well, I did a number on this one...spicy New Orleans/Emeril style, which I found adapted and posted on this lovely blog: Ezra Pound Cake
Now, when I say spicy, I mean lots of dried spice (chili powder, cayenne pepper, cumin) and the spice of the vegetable variety, that requires CHOPPING (red bell pepper, serrano peppers). Well, I think from here on out I am going to do more of the pepper chopping in a food processor, or I will be wearing some rubber gloves, because what happened later that evening was definitely enough to teach me a lesson. (Not to mention that I don't have the best of luck when it comes to sharp objects.)
What did I do later that evening, you might ask. KICKBOXING.
For those of you that might not have pieced this together already, kickboxing requires boxing GLOVES. Well, about halfway through the session, I bet you can figure out how my hands were feeling. If you can't....well, let me just fill you in:
LIKE THEY HAD BEEN STUCK IN A VAT OF DEEP-FRIED ICY HOT.
Not. a. good. feeling.
I haven't touched my gloves since, and I'm kind of afraid to. Good thing I don't have class again until next week....maybe I will have completely forgot about it by then. Dear sweet Jesus, I hope wiping them out solves the problem.
Song of the day: "Tattoos On This Town" Jason Aldean
Monday, November 7, 2011
God bless DST
When I first moved to Seattle, I abhorred the thought of Daylight Savings Time. I hadn't seen a clock move forward or backward since....like....NEVER. At least not that I can recollect.
Prior to Seattle I had lived in the two places in the continental United States that didn't observe DST: Indiana and Arizona.
And I kind of preferred not switching time. I still don't really see the logic in it for most locations. Here in Seattle it mostly means that in the dead of winter it will be PITCH BLACK around 4 p.m.. You know that whole Seattle-suicide tendency stereotype? I kind of think it's more from these short days than from the clouds and /or rain.
But, I have found the silver lining. That extra hour of sleep I got this morning = FUCKING GLORIOUS.
That feeling might only last for the next few days, but damn it....I'll take it. When you are at work by 7:30 a.m. every morning and you are NOT a morning person, every little bit of that extra precious sleep totally counts.
Song of the day: "Paperthin Hymn" Anberlin
Prior to Seattle I had lived in the two places in the continental United States that didn't observe DST: Indiana and Arizona.
And I kind of preferred not switching time. I still don't really see the logic in it for most locations. Here in Seattle it mostly means that in the dead of winter it will be PITCH BLACK around 4 p.m.. You know that whole Seattle-suicide tendency stereotype? I kind of think it's more from these short days than from the clouds and /or rain.
But, I have found the silver lining. That extra hour of sleep I got this morning = FUCKING GLORIOUS.
That feeling might only last for the next few days, but damn it....I'll take it. When you are at work by 7:30 a.m. every morning and you are NOT a morning person, every little bit of that extra precious sleep totally counts.
Song of the day: "Paperthin Hymn" Anberlin
Friday, November 4, 2011
Sweet invention
Shatter nail polish.....God's gift to my poor finger nails.
You see, I have this thing....called IMPATIENCE.
So when I think that I have sat long enough for my nail polish to dry, I try to sit even longer, because it never seems to be long enough...and regardless, first thing I do: SMUDGE.
I think I could sit around for the better part of an hour and still somehow fuck it up. My toes, on the other hand...never an issue. I can wear flip flops with the best of them, thanks to my years spent in Arizona.
So, where this nail polish comes in....you can smudge away on that damn top coat and you CAN'T EVEN TELL that you have secretly fucked it up.
SUCCESS!
Who's winning? That would be me. Another one of life's small trials has been conquered.
Okay, okay, I know I'm being a little dramatic, but you have no idea how many times I've jacked up a manicure with my impatience.
It's the small victories, my friends.
Happy weekending!
Song of the day: "Adolescents" Incubus
You see, I have this thing....called IMPATIENCE.
So when I think that I have sat long enough for my nail polish to dry, I try to sit even longer, because it never seems to be long enough...and regardless, first thing I do: SMUDGE.
I think I could sit around for the better part of an hour and still somehow fuck it up. My toes, on the other hand...never an issue. I can wear flip flops with the best of them, thanks to my years spent in Arizona.
So, where this nail polish comes in....you can smudge away on that damn top coat and you CAN'T EVEN TELL that you have secretly fucked it up.
SUCCESS!
Who's winning? That would be me. Another one of life's small trials has been conquered.
Okay, okay, I know I'm being a little dramatic, but you have no idea how many times I've jacked up a manicure with my impatience.
It's the small victories, my friends.
Happy weekending!
Song of the day: "Adolescents" Incubus
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
My Halloween costume was better than yours
No contest.
"FIRE!! HEH HEH HEH! FIRE!!"
"Beavis, you ssssuck."
And yes, that is our REAL HAIR.
You WISH you were as cool as we are.
"Breakin the law! Breakin the law!
Song of the day: "Only If For A Night" Florence and the Machine
"FIRE!! HEH HEH HEH! FIRE!!"
"Beavis, you ssssuck."
And yes, that is our REAL HAIR.
You WISH you were as cool as we are.
"Breakin the law! Breakin the law!
Song of the day: "Only If For A Night" Florence and the Machine
Monday, October 31, 2011
High school shootings are rad
I'm being facetious, obviously.
I just get a kick out of how many people absolutely love this song and have no idea what they are singing about:
Let me give you a little hint:
"All the other kids, with the pumped up kicks, better run better run, outrun my gun."
"All the other kids, with the pumped up kicks, better run better run, faster than my bullet."
So catchy isn't it? I can't say much....I never get tired of hearing this song.
Song of the day: "Intro" The xx
I just get a kick out of how many people absolutely love this song and have no idea what they are singing about:
Let me give you a little hint:
"All the other kids, with the pumped up kicks, better run better run, outrun my gun."
"All the other kids, with the pumped up kicks, better run better run, faster than my bullet."
So catchy isn't it? I can't say much....I never get tired of hearing this song.
Song of the day: "Intro" The xx
Friday, October 14, 2011
Remember that time.....
....we greased the security guard to get into the sold-out Of Montreal show?
I know in my last post I said that I would talk about my current guilty pleasures, but yeah, I've changed my mind and have decided to tell you a little story from my past instead.
Here we go....a little bit of background information first:
Location: Tempe, Arizona
Occasion: Of Montreal show
Date: Fall 2006
I went through a super indie-rock-dancing-scenester phase around this period of my life. Every weekend = indie dance party madness. My favorite hang at the time was this little dive in Phoenix called GLAM (which no longer exists unfortunately), if that tells you anything. (Some might say that I'm still in this phase, but sadly, Seattle is too cool for an indie hipster dance scene it seems...Cha Cha is about as close as it gets.) Anyway, enough of that tangent....moving on...
Of Montreal was one of my favorite bands at that time. Quirky, different, crazy weird performances....you just can't go wrong. Well, it was right before this band really blew up in the indie scene that they were on tour, so we didn't think the show would sell out at all. Rather than get into the show early and sit through the unknown openers, my little crew for the night (two chicks, three dudes) headed to the pub next door for food and cheap drinks. Certain that we would have no problem getting tickets, we took our time, got a good pre-show buzz and headed back to the entertainment venue. When we got there....
SOLD OUT.
Shit.
What were we going to do?
Well, all of the security guards were guys, so I did what any smart girl would do....I grabbed my cute girlie friend and headed right over. A little flirting later, we found that we would be able to get in right before Of Montreal began, since we could all go in the bar section of the venue.
The details: Take the empty envelope said-guard gave to me, put in a twenty dollar bill for each person entering, and be sure to hand the envelope to him when entering, with the other guards checking our ID's. Oh yeah....that guy was TOTALLY pocketing that cash.
It was only about $3 more than what we would be paying for actual tickets anyway, so it was a no-brainer.
So, what were we going to do the kill time while waiting outside at this venue....keep boozing of course. Except this time we got original. Enter the 7-Eleven next door. What can you get there? SLURPEES AND BOONE'S FARM, that's what. All I have to say is: blue raspberry + Strawberry Hill = magic.
And the happy ending to it all: we made it in, we danced our asses off, saw a crazy amazing show in a small venue, and had a great story to tell.
Happy weekending, peeps.
Song of the day: "That Time" Regina Spektor
I know in my last post I said that I would talk about my current guilty pleasures, but yeah, I've changed my mind and have decided to tell you a little story from my past instead.
Here we go....a little bit of background information first:
Location: Tempe, Arizona
Occasion: Of Montreal show
Date: Fall 2006
I went through a super indie-rock-dancing-scenester phase around this period of my life. Every weekend = indie dance party madness. My favorite hang at the time was this little dive in Phoenix called GLAM (which no longer exists unfortunately), if that tells you anything. (Some might say that I'm still in this phase, but sadly, Seattle is too cool for an indie hipster dance scene it seems...Cha Cha is about as close as it gets.) Anyway, enough of that tangent....moving on...
Of Montreal was one of my favorite bands at that time. Quirky, different, crazy weird performances....you just can't go wrong. Well, it was right before this band really blew up in the indie scene that they were on tour, so we didn't think the show would sell out at all. Rather than get into the show early and sit through the unknown openers, my little crew for the night (two chicks, three dudes) headed to the pub next door for food and cheap drinks. Certain that we would have no problem getting tickets, we took our time, got a good pre-show buzz and headed back to the entertainment venue. When we got there....
SOLD OUT.
Shit.
What were we going to do?
Well, all of the security guards were guys, so I did what any smart girl would do....I grabbed my cute girlie friend and headed right over. A little flirting later, we found that we would be able to get in right before Of Montreal began, since we could all go in the bar section of the venue.
The details: Take the empty envelope said-guard gave to me, put in a twenty dollar bill for each person entering, and be sure to hand the envelope to him when entering, with the other guards checking our ID's. Oh yeah....that guy was TOTALLY pocketing that cash.
It was only about $3 more than what we would be paying for actual tickets anyway, so it was a no-brainer.
So, what were we going to do the kill time while waiting outside at this venue....keep boozing of course. Except this time we got original. Enter the 7-Eleven next door. What can you get there? SLURPEES AND BOONE'S FARM, that's what. All I have to say is: blue raspberry + Strawberry Hill = magic.
And the happy ending to it all: we made it in, we danced our asses off, saw a crazy amazing show in a small venue, and had a great story to tell.
Happy weekending, peeps.
Song of the day: "That Time" Regina Spektor
Monday, October 10, 2011
Just another sad love song
I told a few of my friends last week that I really absolutely have nothing right now to complain about when it comes to my life. I am generally happy overall.
But, there is just one thing that is kind of missing.
Someone to share that happiness.
So, mister....whoever/wherever you are....I have my shit together. Hope to run into you some day :).
(Sorry I've been MIA, folks. Work has been trying to chew me up and spit me out. Coming tomorrow, confessions of some guilty pleasures I've been indulging in lately.)
Song of the day: "Don't Move" Phantogram
But, there is just one thing that is kind of missing.
Someone to share that happiness.
So, mister....whoever/wherever you are....I have my shit together. Hope to run into you some day :).
(Sorry I've been MIA, folks. Work has been trying to chew me up and spit me out. Coming tomorrow, confessions of some guilty pleasures I've been indulging in lately.)
Song of the day: "Don't Move" Phantogram
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
A true fan
I put my ever-faithful Indianapolis Colts pride to work on Sunday.
Essentially, I got kicked out of the bar I was cheering in :). (Or was getting ready to, had I not left when I did.)
Even though my team lost, I made sure everyone in that place knew that I was a Colts fan to the bitter end. They were pretty thankful when I left, to say the least.
Maybe not something one should be super proud of......ah, but thinking of it this week sure makes me smile. Even I am entitled to be an obnoxious badass every once in awhile.
Song of the day: "Houdini" Foster The People
Essentially, I got kicked out of the bar I was cheering in :). (Or was getting ready to, had I not left when I did.)
Even though my team lost, I made sure everyone in that place knew that I was a Colts fan to the bitter end. They were pretty thankful when I left, to say the least.
Maybe not something one should be super proud of......ah, but thinking of it this week sure makes me smile. Even I am entitled to be an obnoxious badass every once in awhile.
Song of the day: "Houdini" Foster The People
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
My brain is all hung up on fluffy kitties and shit.
Every once in awhile, I think my brain gets tired of throwing maniacally insane natural disaster nightmares my way. And for these extra special moments it instead prefers to pull out itty bitty fluffy kitties.
Yes....me....and.....fluffy kitties.
Not a likely pair. Me and kitties, that is.
And for whatever goddamn reason I am always rescuing the little critters. And I'm not a cat person. What the hell?
This morning I decided it was a good idea to get in that last half hour of sleep after I had taken my dog out for his little morning tinkle/walk before I had to get ready and head into work (it's still dark when I go to work now, mind you, so we are talking EARLY). Well, apparently morning and REM sleep for moi just go hand-in-freakin-hand.
So here goes my brain. My friend and I are at this busy intersection, and for Lord knows what reason I have five little kittens in my vehicle. Somehow these little fluff heads get out and start running for the hills. What does this girl do? Starts raving like a lunatic trying to scoop them all up to safety away from the crazy cars flying through the intersection.
And about the time I'm about to get plowed into by a truck....BAM. I'm awake.
Fucking kitties....you're going to be the death of me.
Song of the day: "Barton Hallow" The Civil Wars
Monday, September 19, 2011
"It's always darkest before the dawn"
THIS SONG IS AMAZING. And I think it's one that everyone should keep around in their back pocket, for those times when it is absolutely necessary.
Song of the day: "Shake It Out" Florence & The Machine
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
And our love is pastured such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues strong
But it's always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a final mess but it's left me so empty
It's always darkest before the dawn
Oh woah, oh woah...
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, for the devil in me
Looking for heaven, for the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
Song of the day: "Shake It Out" Florence & The Machine
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
And our love is pastured such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues strong
But it's always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a final mess but it's left me so empty
It's always darkest before the dawn
Oh woah, oh woah...
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, for the devil in me
Looking for heaven, for the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh woaaah
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
Friday, September 16, 2011
The trip of a lifetime
I am thrilled to announce that I am making plans to go to my friend's wedding next spring....in New Zealand.
BOW CHICKA BOW BOW.
I am on the hunt for plane tickets.....watch out Kiwis!
(And that is all.)
Song of the day: "Set Fire To The Rain" Adele
BOW CHICKA BOW BOW.
I am on the hunt for plane tickets.....watch out Kiwis!
(And that is all.)
Song of the day: "Set Fire To The Rain" Adele
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Hiiiii-yaaaaaaaa
Enough is enough.
This lady has put on some extra pounds that SHALL BE SHED.
THERE IS NO OTHER OPTION. (Not even drunkorexia....my liver just can't take the damage.)
So, while I will be starting back on my beloved hot yoga, I am not content with just that. I'm adding KICKBOXING to the mix. That way I can get skinny AND kick your ass at the same time. Not to mention the bills I will save on therapy for the stress relief I will be getting.
But, man oh man, I just know I am going to be sore as HELL. Once again, a wonderful reason for me to continue hot yoga.
The instructor I spoke with at the martial arts studio I will be attending reiterated to me that there are plenty of beginners in his classes, so I will be just fine. If I could illustrate the mental picture I have in my head of myself trying this out for the first time....well, let's just say you would be laughing your ass off.
Here's to not twisting my knees/ankles/elbows along the way. Whining to ensue come Tuesday, so be prepared, lovely readers.
Song of the day: "Only Prettier" Miranda Lambert
This lady has put on some extra pounds that SHALL BE SHED.
THERE IS NO OTHER OPTION. (Not even drunkorexia....my liver just can't take the damage.)
So, while I will be starting back on my beloved hot yoga, I am not content with just that. I'm adding KICKBOXING to the mix. That way I can get skinny AND kick your ass at the same time. Not to mention the bills I will save on therapy for the stress relief I will be getting.
But, man oh man, I just know I am going to be sore as HELL. Once again, a wonderful reason for me to continue hot yoga.
The instructor I spoke with at the martial arts studio I will be attending reiterated to me that there are plenty of beginners in his classes, so I will be just fine. If I could illustrate the mental picture I have in my head of myself trying this out for the first time....well, let's just say you would be laughing your ass off.
Here's to not twisting my knees/ankles/elbows along the way. Whining to ensue come Tuesday, so be prepared, lovely readers.
Song of the day: "Only Prettier" Miranda Lambert
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
The older woman
It's happening....and a hell of a lot sooner than I thought it would.
I'm becoming THE OLDER WOMAN.
And I'm not even 30 for Chrissakes!
Seriously, all of the men that are older than me are either married....or totally screwed up in some way. Or hiding out in some super secret fantasy football lair.
I'm fairly certain I have ranted about this before, but it warrants a few more paragraphs.
It would nice for me to say age is just a number, but that is never the case. Age is experience, age is life lessons, age is looks (shallow, I know), and age is maturity (although when it comes to men, the level is always questionable).
And I absolutely love how the younger guys don't have a problem with older women at all. In fact, I think it's a novelty to them, which makes sense I suppose. Older does equal experience in most cases, but my my my how the tables will turn once they get to be our age. Then THEY will be after the younger ones.
As a woman you just can't win these days, can you? Unless you aren't really looking for a meaningful relationship. If you're looking for some pretty amazing sex, I guess being the older woman puts you in pretty damn good spot.
Anyway, enough of my whining. I suppose I should be taking advantage of these situations while I can :).
Song of the day: "That Summer" Garth Brooks
I'm becoming THE OLDER WOMAN.
And I'm not even 30 for Chrissakes!
Seriously, all of the men that are older than me are either married....or totally screwed up in some way. Or hiding out in some super secret fantasy football lair.
I'm fairly certain I have ranted about this before, but it warrants a few more paragraphs.
It would nice for me to say age is just a number, but that is never the case. Age is experience, age is life lessons, age is looks (shallow, I know), and age is maturity (although when it comes to men, the level is always questionable).
And I absolutely love how the younger guys don't have a problem with older women at all. In fact, I think it's a novelty to them, which makes sense I suppose. Older does equal experience in most cases, but my my my how the tables will turn once they get to be our age. Then THEY will be after the younger ones.
As a woman you just can't win these days, can you? Unless you aren't really looking for a meaningful relationship. If you're looking for some pretty amazing sex, I guess being the older woman puts you in pretty damn good spot.
Anyway, enough of my whining. I suppose I should be taking advantage of these situations while I can :).
Song of the day: "That Summer" Garth Brooks
Monday, September 12, 2011
Drunkorexia
I am finding that "drunkorexia" is becoming quite a bit more common.
Definition: partying and exhausting oneself so much that you either never feel like eating, or forget to eat completely (and/or getting shit-face plastered so much that you vomit a couple of times a week)....to the point of unhealthily and drastically losing weight.
Aside from the obvious, there are some MAJOR downsides to this "diet."
1.) Skinny doesn't = healthy and/or attractive (in this case you usually look coked-out)
2.) If you gain any of that weight back....it's going to come back as PURE FAT.
Sadly, I have some acquaintances that have been traveling down this path for quite some time. And the things that from an outside perspective you notice that should be major red flags, don't pick up on their radar at all. By major red flags I mean: hospitalization for dehydration and exhaustion.
And you know a person hasn't picked up on this red flag when they are out the very next night ("drinking" or not). Maybe this is some thinly-veiled criticism, but if you are posting all of this information up online (which is commonly the case from what I've been seeing), I kind of think you might be asking for some judgement. Maybe that's not necessarily the attention they are looking for, but looking from the outside-in, it sure doesn't look good.
That's just my opinion, and I am putting it up for the world to see, so if you want to hack away at it, do what you will. The benefit of the doubt would be that these people are crying for some sort of help in their own way. But it's hard to help someone that is completely in denial that there is a problem at all.
Am I completely innocent when it comes to this madness....probably not. There have been times in my life that I have been way too stressed, have went out way too much, and lost too much weight. I can honestly say my appetite was affected, but more often than not in my personal experiences, I have continued eating, but have had such issues with anxiety that I just burn all of the calories off.
I can't complain about anything at the moment. I could use to lose a few extra pounds, but I have recently realized that when I'm happy with my life, I do tend to have a little extra cushion, and that's okay with me. That being said, I certainly don't want to gain any more than is necessary, but find that I'm more proud of the fact that I'm willing to go out there and put in the work in a healthy manner to accomplish my weight goals.
Well, damn....how grown up did that sound?
Song of the day: "Is There A Ghost?" Band of Horses
Definition: partying and exhausting oneself so much that you either never feel like eating, or forget to eat completely (and/or getting shit-face plastered so much that you vomit a couple of times a week)....to the point of unhealthily and drastically losing weight.
Aside from the obvious, there are some MAJOR downsides to this "diet."
1.) Skinny doesn't = healthy and/or attractive (in this case you usually look coked-out)
2.) If you gain any of that weight back....it's going to come back as PURE FAT.
Sadly, I have some acquaintances that have been traveling down this path for quite some time. And the things that from an outside perspective you notice that should be major red flags, don't pick up on their radar at all. By major red flags I mean: hospitalization for dehydration and exhaustion.
And you know a person hasn't picked up on this red flag when they are out the very next night ("drinking" or not). Maybe this is some thinly-veiled criticism, but if you are posting all of this information up online (which is commonly the case from what I've been seeing), I kind of think you might be asking for some judgement. Maybe that's not necessarily the attention they are looking for, but looking from the outside-in, it sure doesn't look good.
That's just my opinion, and I am putting it up for the world to see, so if you want to hack away at it, do what you will. The benefit of the doubt would be that these people are crying for some sort of help in their own way. But it's hard to help someone that is completely in denial that there is a problem at all.
Am I completely innocent when it comes to this madness....probably not. There have been times in my life that I have been way too stressed, have went out way too much, and lost too much weight. I can honestly say my appetite was affected, but more often than not in my personal experiences, I have continued eating, but have had such issues with anxiety that I just burn all of the calories off.
I can't complain about anything at the moment. I could use to lose a few extra pounds, but I have recently realized that when I'm happy with my life, I do tend to have a little extra cushion, and that's okay with me. That being said, I certainly don't want to gain any more than is necessary, but find that I'm more proud of the fact that I'm willing to go out there and put in the work in a healthy manner to accomplish my weight goals.
Well, damn....how grown up did that sound?
Song of the day: "Is There A Ghost?" Band of Horses
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